AN: Hey all, so this story is off to a good start even though once I reviewed Chapter 1, again, all I could see was a discombobulated thing. Lol. Any of you ever get that feeling where you know something could be there or could have been there but you can't quite put your finger on it so you 'finish' your work but it doesn't seem right but you can't really add to it?
That's what I was feeling. Anyway, I'm glad to see that there are quite a few of you interested in this story.
Forgive me for the typos too and for the future typos that I'm sure will appear; I hate typos - though I guess that's what I get for attempting to write at three in the bloody morning.

For example, the part where Quinn says A, B, C, it's supposed to say "B, we shouldn't do..."

Anyway, I hope you will enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 2:

"Good morning, good morning, good morning," a small, high-pitched, voice was cheerfully heard saying as Santana groaned in annoyance as she felt small hands nudging at her side attempting to wake her up.

"Argh, go AWAY," she grumbled as she pulled her blankets over head and turned over.

"But Santana, good morning,"

"Fine, good morning, go away,"

"But we can play now,"

"No, go away,"

"Santana,"

"I said GET LOST," Santana snapped as she nudged the small girl away.

Rachel's bottom lip trembled at that as she sniffed.

"Not working, god why did I agree to this?" Santana grumbled as Rachel was heard slowly walking out of her room and thumping down the stairs.

"Oh hello Rachel," Brittany's voice was heard, "Why are you crying?"

'Oh crap,' Santana thought as she rolled out of bed, miscalculated and landed with a big oomph onto the floor, "Ow,"

Meanwhile downstairs Brittany was holding Rachel in her arms, "Did you have a good sleep?" she asked.

"Yeah," the child said with a wobbly voice.

"Hey no tears now, okay,"

"'Kay,"

"Would you like breakfast? I know Santana has Chocolate Pop-tarts hidden away,"

At the word chocolate the child stopped her tears and looked at the blonde.

"You have bwue eyes," she said mispronouncing her L.

"Yes I do, you have chocolate eyes," Brittany said with a smile.

"But you won't eat me right?"

"No, of course not, but I will tickle you,"

Rachel squealed with laughter as she struggled out of Brittany's grasps and failed and ended up twisting around the blonde's arms.

"Ah, I've got you now monkey," Brittany said with a laugh as Santana entered the living room.

"The hell?" she started as Brittany let Rachel go and the small brunette bounced up to Santana.

"Santana, Santana, Brittany said I can have dockolate," Rachel said happily, "We can eat now,"

Santana just shot Brittany a look before walking to the front door as the bell rang.

"Hey Q," Santana said, "The hell are you doing with that thing?"

"This thing is a booster seat, Rachel's still to young and too small to sit on her own, we're putting this in whoever cars she's going in, mine or yours,"

"Oh please, please, please, you take her,"

"Why?"

"She complains too much and she keeps trying to sleep in my room,"

"Awww, cute,"

"Please you take her,"

"Fine, fine, fine,"

"Hey Q," Brittany said as Rachel followed behind the taller brunette, pop-tart partly hanging out of her mouth as she was attempting to eat it without using her hands.

"Hey, hands on pop-tart," Santana said sternly as Rachel did as she was told.

"Hey Sweetie," Quinn said as she waved a hello to Rachel.

Rachel shyly hid behind Brittany.

"Aww Rachel, that's just Quinn," Brittany said.

"She's really pretty," Rachel tried to whisper but being four had no concept of keeping her voice down.

"Yes she is," Brittany play whispered back.

"Hobbit you're travelling with Quinn today," Santana said as she started pushing Rachel towards the door.

"My pop-tart," Rachel started with a cry as she dropped it.

"Crap,"

"Sanny she's only four, besides she can't go to school in her jammies," Brittany chastised the Latina.

Quinn just shook her head as she picked Rachel up, "C'mon, let's get you another pop-tart while Santana cleans up her mess," Quinn said.

"Yay, I like pop-tarts," Rachel said as she looked from Quinn to the kitchen.

"But," Santana started as Quinn glared at her and said, "Clean,"

The Latina grumbled as Brittany laughed at her and went upstairs to get Rachel some clothes, "Sanny, where are her clothes?" she yelled down the stairs.

"Bottom drawer," Santana yelled back up the stairs.

"AWWWW, you got her little socks and underwear, and little argyle sweaters, awww,"

"Don't start,"

"You're Such A Softie,"

"I am NOT,"

"Sanny you got her little argyle sweaters with a little skirt and mary jane shoes, awww, this is so cute," Brittany said as she came downstairs with an outfit for Rachel to wear.

"But I don't want to," Rachel was heard complaining.

"Do you want the tooth monster to come and steal your yucky teeth?" Quinn was heard saying back from the kitchen.

"No,"

"Then go brush your teeth,"

"But the monster's in the bathroom,"

"There is no monster in the bathroom, you just don't want to brush your teeth,"

"I don't want to go to the bathroom,"

"Rachel Barbra Berry, you get your little butt into that bathroom and brush your teeth,"

"No,"

"I'll handle it," Brittany said to Santana who couldn't figure out what to do.

She walked into the kitchen and nearly laughed at the sight. Quinn had her hands on her hips in a very motherly manner as she glared down at the four year old who was huffing and glaring back up at her.

"Hey monkey," Brittany said as she picked Rachel up and swung her into her arms, "You know, if you brush your teeth you'll make your Daddies smile and be very happy that you were being a good girl while they were away,"

"Really?" Rachel asked as she looked at Brittany, arms around the taller blonde's neck so she could balance herself.

"Yeah,"

"But the monster's in the bathroom sometimes, I don't want to go there,"

"How about I come with you?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, c'mon,"

As Brittany picked up Rachel's clothes where she had left them and carried the child upstairs, Santana looked at Quinn and asked, "How the hell does she do that?"

"I don't know, because she's Brittany and kids always love her," Quinn answered, "So how are you going? Really?"

"Not bad, I mean she ain't all bad, she sings now and then, it's kinda cute but DON'T tell her I said that,"

"I won't,"

"You find anything?"

"Nothing conclusive, there was some mention of something online but I can't figure it out, sorry S, a lot of it just seems like bullshit and I'm having hard time trying to differentiate between what's true fact and what isn't,"

"Pity we can't just randomly find someone who could help,"

"Yeah, like a real psychic who won't charge us a shitload of money,"

"That, or a professor of whatever,"

"I'll keep looking S, how about you? Are you looking?"

"I can't really because I have to keep an eye on her, besides I keep coming up with weird demon pages,"

"Oh, is anything weird happening here by the way?"

"No, why?"

"I don't know, this whole situation, something about it feels sinister and weird, plus she mentions a monster all the time, it's kinda creepy,"

"I get you,"

"Right, this little monkey is ready for school, I volunteer to take her first," Brittany said as she came down the stairs.

"But I get to ride with the pretty girl right?" Rachel asked as she looked at Quinn then shyly looked away.

"Yes you do, and then I'll look after you and we can play,"

"Yay, I like playing, you'll be my friend right?"

"Of course,"

"Yay, I've never had a friend before,"

The Unholy Trinity looked at her.

"You never had a friend before?" Brittany asked quietly as the child shook her head.

"No, they laugh at me, a lot, and they call me weird, and a faggot, what's a faggot?" Rachel asked.

"A bundle of sticks," Santana said as Quinn shot her a curious look, "What? It is, a mighty faggot is a strong bundle of sticks,"

"Why would they call me that? And laugh at me, wait, you won't laugh me right?"

"Only when you're being silly and laughing too," Brittany answered with a smile as Rachel smiled back at her.

"Okay, c'mon we're going to be late, school time," Quinn said as she ushered the group out of the house.

When the girls arrived at school, Quinn was well aware of people staring at her as she took Rachel out of the backseat of her car and walked hand in hand with the small girl into the school.

"Why are they staring?" Rachel asked as Quinn looked at her.

"Because they have nothing better to do," Quinn answered, "Just ignore them,"

"Okay,"

"Q, the hell are you doing with that small person?" Coach Sue demanded, "I need you and Santana right now,"

"What for?"

"Whatever the hell I need you for,"

Rachel let go of Quinn's hand and hid behind the girl, clinging on tightly onto the blonde's Cheerio's Skirt.

"You're scary," Rachel said a little bit too loudly.

"Scary, I'll show you scary,"

"Coach, back, off," Quinn said with a look that surprised the Coach herself.

"Well, well, Q, you surprise me, now hurry up, I want to see you and Tits McGee," the Coach said.

"What about Brittany?" Quinn asked.

"Her too,"

"I have to bring the child along,"

"Get someone to look after her,"

"NO!" Rachel said as she clung even tighter onto Rachel, "I don't like other people unless it's Quinn, or Santana, or Brittany,"

"I need my Cheerios," Coach Sue said.

"I want my babysitters, and I'll scream if I have to, I know how, and you'll be in trouble because you scare children,"

Coach Sue just looked strongly at the child before saying, "Fine, I just want to see you and Tits McGee, leave Tweedle-Dumb with the child, who surprisingly looks a lot like Streisand,"

"Her cousin, baby cousin," Quinn answered quickly.

"I'm not a baby," Rachel huffed as Quinn just shot her a look making her quiet.

Eventually it was settled that Brittany would take Rachel as they waited for Quinn and Santana to finish talking to Coach Sue.

"Wow Brittany, that stage is big," Rachel said in awe, "Can we play on it?"

"Maybe later, okay, we have to go to class soon and you'll be with one of us for the day," Brittany said.

"AW!" Rachel pouted. She really wanted to go play on that stage.

In the end it was Santana that Rachel followed everywhere as she clung tightly on to the Latina's Cheerio skirt; Quinn agreed to take the responsibility after lunch.

People were staring at them as they walked through the hallways as the Latina was getting her stuff for class.

"You got a problem?" Santana growled as people stopped then gathered themselves and walked off, "God damn nosy people,"

"Santana what do I do?" Rachel asked.

"You follow me all day, and if you have to go to the bathroom ask me quietly, okay,"

"'Kay,"

"In class you will sit under the table because I don't have a desk for you and you can draw, okay,"

"'Kay,"

"Okay, and later on you will be with Quinn,"

"Okay,"

"Good, I'm glad we understand each other,"

Rachel just saluted the Latina making her internally awwing...not that she'd tell anyone of course.

-page break-

The day was boring and Santana was surprised at how well Rachel could actually keep quiet, though there was the odd occasion when the little girl started to be a bit stroppy because she got bored, it was like nothing could phase her so much as she just sat and drew on the paper, or read a picture book, hell, Rachel even sat on Santana's lap and looked at the board in the classroom for maths.

Although the Latina was glad that at one stage the small girl fell asleep in her arms so she didn't have to constantly worry about how to keep her occupied.

Eventually it was lunch time and Brittany caught up with the two and took Rachel out of Santana's arms and held her in her arms.

The little brunette woke up and rubbed her eyes, "Brittany!" she said with a big grin, "I'm hungry,"

"That's good because we're going for lunch," Brittany said.

"Oh no, I forgot my lunch,"

"I have your lunch," Santana said as she pulled out a lunch box.

"Oh my god, you actually packed her lunch?" Quinn asked in surprise as she looked at Santana.

"Shut up, I can't let her starve, okay, I'm not that heartless,"

"Aha,"

"Shut up, she's yours after lunch, we made a deal,"

"I know," was all Quinn said.

After lunch everything was pretty much the same, except now Rachel was with Quinn. The blonde made sure to keep a sharp eye on her because she didn't want her to wander off. Not that she would.
Currently they were in History class and luckily for Rachel there was a small table that she could go sit on and draw, which is why people could now see Rachel sat in the corner of the room on a small table, drawing as the class was going.

Eventually she looked around, they were reading a story, but it was long and boring. Until Rachel saw a picture of Abraham Lincoln.

"He's a Vampire Hunter," she said loudly, then looked embarrassed as the class all stared at her then laughed.

"Well, he was actually the sixteenth president of the United States, and he wasn't a Vampire Hunter," the teacher said as she looked at Rachel.

"Yes he was, he had his axe and he kicked the Vampire's butt,"

Quinn had to suppress a laugh because the look on Rachel's face was the one her older self would give when she was head sure about being right about something.

"Rachel come here," Quinn said as she motioned for the little girl to come towards her.

Rachel huffed a bit as she turned her head and looked out the window, only to see something sinister glaring back at her.

She let out a scream as she ran to Quinn and jumped into the blonde's arms.

"Whoa, Rachel, what's wrong?" Quinn asked as everyone looked at them.

"The monster's outside the window, he's coming to get me," Rachel cried as she gripped tight onto Quinn's top. Quinn, as well as everyone else, looked out the window and saw nothing.

"Sweetie, there's nothing there," Quinn said as she looked out the window.

Rachel cautiously looked back and saw nothing there.

"Quinn, do you want to take her out and get some air?" the teacher asked, figuring that perhaps the child just needed some fresh air because she was tired and bored being cooped up in the classroom.

"Sure," Quinn said.

"If we go outside, he'll get me," Rachel said as she squirmed in Quinn's arm and buried her head into the blonde's stomach.

"Sweetie, it's okay, I'll protect you from the monster, okay,"

"Oh, okay,"

And so Quinn packed up her things and took Rachel outside and waited for school to be over, luckily History was the last class before they could all head home. Glee wasn't on that day. Quinn was not looking forward to explaining that the Unholy Trinity basically screwed up their chances of winning by turning their star into a child.

"Quinn, why do you look so sad?" Rachel asked as Quinn turned her head to look at the girl in her arms.

"Sad?" Quinn asked.

"Yeah, sad, you always look sad, even when you smile, you still look sad,"

"I do?"

"Yeah, are you okay? I can give you a hug, my Daddy says I have good hugs that can make people happy,"

Quinn let out a laugh at that, "Sure, I'd love a hug,"

And when the little girl hugged her Quinn had to admit that she started feeling better. Now if only she could turn the child back to her normal self again. As she thought it over, a thought crossed her mind about who to ask to help them out with the situation.

"What's with the look?" Santana asked as she finally found the pair on the field.

"I know who we can ask," Quinn said.

"Ask about what?"

"About how to reverse this,"

"Oh?"

"Think about, which member of Glee club has such an eclectic taste in everything that she's the only one who probably knows about spells and stuff?"

"Damn, can't believe I didn't think of her,"

"Exactly, we need to track down Tina,"

"I already did," Brittany said as she was seen walking up to the group holding a very frightened looking Tina Cohen-Chang.

"H-h-hi, gir-gir-girls, how, how can I help?" she stuttered out.